Work sucked major donkey wang, and when I went to meet a 'friend' later it turned out that I had been given the name of a pub which did not exist on that street. Well, for future reference I now know that there is no pub called Wetherspoons on Wardour Street). To say say that I was pissed of doesn't even begin to cover it.
On the flip-side, I realised, yet again, that it's amazingly easy to start following old patterns even when the other participants are different.
Well, at least I now have some new DVDs which I bought instead of spending money in a pikey pub.
Grrr, the weekend had better get a whole lot better really fast...